A roar of rage fills the castle as the brave and ambitious of the demons charge, and the cowardly fled. Your new axe and fist claimed their fill, slaying and hewing through crowds. You shattered swords and shields, leaving broken and twisted metal. The ichor stains the ground black. Men begin to peer from the keep, as the demons are drawn back to either fight you or flee. You are a whirlwind, consumed in battle.
Many minutes pass until finally there are none left. Your axe lays embedded deep in a large bullheaded demon, and it’s pitifully bellows in pain. With half attention paid, you stomp the head into nothingness.
You feel... different. You look down and hardly recognize yourself. What are you?
A. The Paragon: Use your strength bonus to lead and inspire men. You are no angel or demon. You are the strength of men personified. You may be cursed, but you will bear this burden and lead your people from this dark age.
B. The Demon Prince: For too long, the denizens of Hell had no fear of this world. That changes now. Gain the power to use your strength bonus to control flame, and more importantly, open a Hellgate to and from the Abyss. You will travel to their darkened thrones and tear them down, even at the cost of your soul. Your mother would have hated this, but they have taken her from you. And They. Will. Pay.
C. The God of War: You are death and war and destruction. Channel your power into your weapons, so that they become extensions of you. You will be lead from battle to battle by a fiery chariot, horses called Ruin and Woe. An aura around you sucks the life from your foes. The enemies of man shall fear what they have wrought.
D. Or maybe something else? Or maybe you try to renounce your curse/gift?